Chapter 17

Robbed?

In a small room in Yokohama, Fuyuki sat in the center of the bed, where a katana and a tanto had replaced the place where a pillow should have been placed.

Dongshu hugged her pillow, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. She stared blankly at the ceiling; the sky outside the window had darkened, and it was time to sleep.

The scenes from the daytime flashed through his mind, and Fuyuki covered his eyes with one hand, unwilling to face them.

She must have been seen as a strange child. What was she thinking back then? It's so weird to think about it now.

She didn't understand how she could have done something like that to someone she'd only met twice—pulling their collar and all that.

Rudely lunging at someone, rudely pulling their collar, rudely saying strange things...

His face suddenly became extremely hot.

Dongshu suddenly reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her entire face. She took a deep breath, then threw it off again and exhaled heavily, repeating this action over and over to distract herself.

The room wasn't big; it was temporary accommodation. After this expense, my small coins dwindled drastically, and not everyone would accept small coins, since they weren't a universal currency.

Hopefully the world will act quickly, or she won't have anything to eat.

With a sigh, she summoned the knife curtain and took out the paper tucked inside.

The paper was blank, with an old, yellowish tinge, and a torn mark on one side. It was rough and looked like a page that had been randomly torn from some book.

The old yellow color, compared to the other pages of the booklet, makes it appear even more vintage.

As spiritual energy spread, the words gradually appeared on the pages from top to bottom.

[Mission Description: Keep the world character [Dazai Osamu] alive.]

Coordinates: WenOyeo World

Time: xx days

Recipient: 197 Honmaru Saniwa [Fuyuki]

Reception status: Yes

Lost in thought, she focused her attention to confirm, and the next moment, spiritual energy surged forth, and the characters disappeared.

Dongshu put it back into the sword tent, and the sword tent returned to a state of nothingness.

The pages of the book floated to her in the process of coming into this world, and when her fingers touched them, she understood that this was a token of the world.

Although she felt it was something dangerous, she accepted it anyway and put it in the knife box that she would never lose.

The pages were empty at first, but she later discovered that spiritual energy was like a switch, making tasks appear and disappear. She didn't find any other functions besides that.

The mission content was the same as what Fuyuki received in the terminal, so it seems that the only useful function was to temporarily taint her with the aura of this world.

When she first got this kind of thing, she looked at it curiously for a while, but then she found that it was just an ordinary page with the mission written on it, so her curiosity was greatly reduced. She only took it out to look at it to see if there would be any changes.

That didn't happen.

This time, time was jumped through the world, and Fuyuki quickly arrived at the scene. Although the process was somewhat urgent, the final result was good.

Dazai Osamu is alive!

Fuyuki put aside her embarrassment at her actions after losing control of her emotions and silently checked off her task.

She rubbed her black hair, then suddenly buried herself completely in the blankets. The moonlight disappeared, leaving her in complete darkness, enveloped by the warm blankets.

The knife on the bedside table swayed silently in the quiet night.

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In the morning, Fuyuki went out carrying a short sword and a long sword.

She huffed and puffed as she carried the katana that was almost as tall as her, struggling to take her steps, while also trying her best to hold a small dagger in each hand, looking rather comical.

The room that Dongshu rented wasn't very formal, but it was enough for a little girl like her to live alone, and the price wasn't too high, it was within her budget.

However, the fee was based on the number of guests, and the Saniwa was really short of money, so Gokotai and Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned back to their original forms to reduce expenses.

Fuyuki walked a distance, making sure there was no one around before preparing to restore the two blades to their human form.

However, a child carrying two obviously impressive swords can easily attract those with ill intentions.

"Hey! Kid! Hand over what you're holding!"

The men in front of me brandished the weapons in their hands, their eyes filled with greed and desire.

In their eyes, this suddenly appearing little lamb was extremely weak. This child was definitely the easiest operation they had ever carried out in their line of work.

His gaze lingered on the swords, as if he was already estimating how much they could sell for.

Interrupted, Fuyuki tightened his grip on the sword.

She looked at the group of people in front of her, her voice tinged with doubt: "Me?"

Seeing her actions, the men thought she was afraid, and they burst into laughter, beginning to approach her step by step.

Dongshu lowered her eyes; she really disliked the aura of these people and didn't want to talk to them.

He whispered, "Back off..."

"Little sister, don't be afraid..."

Before the words were finished, cherry blossoms began to fall, and the approaching people seemed to have pressed the stop button one by one. Their weapons slipped from their hands, and their bodies collapsed to the ground with a series of "thump" sounds.

The white figure weaved through the group and then returned to Fuyuki's side.

There were only five people, and for a short swordsman known for its mobility, these ordinary people wielding cold weapons were easy to deal with.

Wu Hu didn't kill him, he only knocked him unconscious. Killing him would have brought trouble to his master.

Wu Hu Tuiwei glanced back twice, his tone hesitant: "I hope... I won't die."

"Retreat is really impressive!"

Fuyuki's dark eyes shone brightly as she patted Gokotai's head, generously showering him with praise.

When Gokotai received the Saniwa's pats and compliments, he couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Protecting our master is the right thing to do."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was watching the battle, stroked his chin and stared at the short sword that was being patted on the head by the Saniwa: "It's really impressive, with a high mobility, Tai-chan."

Remove the sauce.

It's a very intimate term of address.

Gokoto was somewhat at a loss for words: "...Thank you, Tsurumaru-dono."

Her gaze swept hurriedly over Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and the shy, reserved dagger pursed his lips.

"Master Saniwa, I'm pretty good too. You can call me next time something like this happens." Tsurumaru Kuninaga gently pressed Fuyuki's head, his golden eyes lowered, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed emotion.

Unaware that the hand that had been resting on Gokotai's head had fallen due to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's movement, Fuyuki said, "I will, but these kinds of things..."

I hope there won't be a next time.

Although she wasn't afraid, this kind of thing was still very troublesome. Sure enough, if the rental was not properly arranged, the surrounding area wouldn't be very peaceful.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga understood her unspoken words, blinked and smiled, "Of course, repeating things all the time wouldn't be a fright."

The little tigers clung to the winter tree, their calls soft, and the five little ones didn't seem noisy at all.

Dongshu squatted down and stroked the fur of each one; as always, they all felt wonderful to the touch.

She looked up at the sky; they had been delayed, and the sun was now much brighter.